A squeamishly dressed man in his forties lights a cigarette. He takes a deep drag as the faint clouds fan him and fill the air of the dirty room.

FRANK

Well, well. Quite a nice place you have prepared for me. And this for me. A guy with thinning hair and a good dress, simply wanting to go home. But who am I saying this, you already know that by seeing me, aren’t ya?

Frank pleasurably takes another drag and pauses for a moment.

FRANK

Shit. This means my talking is unnecessary. Redundant. And you know what? Redundant is simply another word for irrelevant. When you hit a certain point it is almost impossible to be not redundant. And it is the same with humans.

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